Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns Novels & Stories

“You’re not in my shoes, so you can’t know how I feel!” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me… then slowly leaned back, folding his arms and crossing his legs, like I was some kind of show. That made it worse. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. “Everything you think you know about me is what the media or the public must have told you,” my voice trembled, and I hated that it did. I was trying so hard not to cry again. “The rich heiress who lost everything… the foolish wife who got cheated on and thrown away…”

So he made arrangements to take her to a prestigious high society dinner party hosted by one of his business associates. As the evening approached, Rose couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. She knew this event would be a grand affair, filled with influential individuals and socialites. Alfonso assured her that she would be the belle of the ball, and he couldn't wait to introduce her as his beloved wife tonight, as he would make it easier for them later. When the night arrived, Rose adorned herself in a breathtaking red gown, knowing it would complement her eyes and make her stand out amongst the crowd. The dress revealed a tasteful and alluring backless design, adding

It wasn't just a cold shoulder; it was a coordinated blackout. "Looking for a fan club, Wood?" A girl with platinum blonde hair and a blazer tailored to within an inch of its life stepped into my path. Sienna Rose. I recognized her from the tabloids—the heiress to a hotel empire and, according to the rumors, Roman’s shadow. "I'm just looking for the registrar," I said, keeping my voice "pure" and professional.

“There was another child. A girl. Older than Daphne. She carried Blackwood blood, pure enough to wake ancient spells. That was the child your pack lost.” Thorne stiffened. “Where is she?” Calista’s lips curved, slow and deliberate. “Closer than you think.” My stomach dropped. Killian’s grip tightened around the necklace. “You used it,” he said suddenly. “Didn’t you? You bound something to this.” Calista tilted her head. “Smart Alpha.” Thorne took a step back, his voice barely audible now. “Two heiresses,” he murmured. “One raised in daylight. One hidden in plain sight.”

“I didn’t realize it would bring shame. For that, I apologize.” “ I’ve never even spoken to you! I didn’t even know you exist!”Alana’s voice cracked, her knees were giving out. Her strength slowly fading away from the shit that was unfolding. A second man behind him stepped forward and opened a polished wooden box. Inside was a rattle. Silver , Inlaid with what looked like small aquamarines. “A gift,” Thorne said. “My child will have a place of honor in Glimmering Hollow.” Alana’s knees buckled slightly as her body swayed. She caught herself, blinking rapidly. “None of this happened. They’re making it up. I swear to the moon, they’re lying!”

She couldn’t even hide. After calming herself, she approached the director. “Sorry, Director Phil. I’ve caused trouble for the crew.” Phil waved it off with a laugh. “It’s natural to have suitors when you’re that beautiful! No need to apologize! We even got free roses!” Across the set Vanessa kept smiling politely. But her teeth were grinding. How could she not be jealous? That village girl who once smelled like dirt could now make men lose their minds with extravagant gifts—while she had to struggle for everything she had.

At the bottom, a vault door stood—ancient, iron, and engraved with the Montclair family crest. Isabella fit the key into the lock and turned it. The vault creaked open, revealing a room filled with time: documents, ledgers, portraits, journals, and in the center, a single pedestal with a black-bound book resting on it. Isabella walked toward it and opened the cover. Inside, in the elegant script of her mother’s hand, were the words: “The Legacy of Blood and Roses.” She turned the pages—entries upon entries about the Laurent family, the Montclair dynasty, and something deeper than wealth: influence.

“Your stepmother is over the edge, parading herself as the mother of the new heiress to the Gomez fortune.” “Oh,” I replied, feigning innocence. “You don’t know?” Matilda asked, surprised. “I thought that’s why you returned.” I shifted the conversation, unwilling to answer directly. “How’s Daisy coping?” Matilda shook her head. “It’s a mess. Everyone knows Daisy doesn’t have the experience or drive to handle the position, but Mirela doesn’t care. She just wants control.” Their words stirred something inside me—anger, yes, but also a fierce curiosity.

It was a hollow thing, born of ego and power, not the soft, desperate need I saw when I looked at Rose. "I am tired, Vanessa. Go to sleep." "Tired?" She stood up, her heels clicking across the hardwood floor until she was inches behind me. I could feel the heat radiating off her. "We are supposed to be celebrating." She reached out, her hand sliding over my shoulder, her fingers cold and possessive. "What’s wrong? Is the Hamilton heir suddenly shy? Or am I just not holy enough for the Saint’s son?" I finally turned, my movement so sudden she nearly stumbled back. I looked down at her, letting the corners of my mouth curl into a smirk that I knew was lethal. It was the cold mask, but with a j

"Look at you gawking at this little fountain. The one at my place is bigger and better." Dante arched his brow. "did you bring me out here to brag about your fountain?" "Why did you reject me and chose Sebastian?" "Isn't it obvious?" Keane folded his arms, "no." "You had an ulterior motive. I emptied water on a billionaire and that billionaire offered me a job. Doesn't that sound suspicious?" Keane took a step closer, "true but do you think I'm the only one with a motive? What about that prick?" "Sebastian? Why would he have a motive?"